#gogoogle

I intensely desire to cry. My sorrowful puddles are cold to the touch. I do not know what to do with myself anymore. I lay thoughtless neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hid my sheets. I imperturbably wait for an answer. There seems to zealously be no reply. Who unquestionably would know the answers to my problems? No one accurately fathoms. "The pain I experience from biology kills my soul", he growled incoherently. I cannot bear this weight upon my shoulders any longer. I quit. Hushedly tell the world. I am done. "This garbage is useless to me" replied Oliver, "I want some more". Throw it out, as well as me. Let it live among the fleas.  No, I must not selflessly give up. I cannot give up. I hath a mere window of time between my success and failure. I throws of a forgotten December rise to the occasion. "I may falter, or I may not" said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper. Only time wilt tell. For presently, I must look away from distractions. I must focus on my studies. At this dead hour is the time. Heartily farewell, cruel world. An hour behind the fleeting breath, I still cry to thee. THE END